Life is like a space that cannot be avoided but cannot be looked directly at, tightly confining me.
And I am like a snail that has been crawling slowly in reality. What I look down at is just the step under my feet. From a distance, it seems like I can see through what my future will be like at a glance.
I always wanted to escape. Struggling to escape reality but never being able to get to where you want to be.
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